Oh, the joys of politics. As many of you know, the Republican National Convention is in town here in St. Paul, Minnesota. What's even worse, is that it is litterally right down the road from my house. I love about a hundred feet from a busy street (Marion) that goes directly to the Excel Energy Center, where the convention is being held. YAAAAYYYYY!!!!! I'm so happy I could just puke. The traffic around here is bad enough with the fast food restaruant directly across the street, but then to add the convention idiots to it, too. The security guards they hired to provide additional security aren't too bright, either. On Friday night (about 9:15), I had to go out to get some photographs for my Digital Photography class, so I decided to get one of our State Cathedral, and I had one of these idiots tell me that I couldn't take pictures of the building. W.T.F. is that all about? Since when is it against the law to photograph a church? And since when is photographing a church a security risk? I even had my dog-tags outside of my shirt (it was rahter warm that night). I was just waiting for him to tell me I had to hand over my camera. It'd be a cold, cold day in hell before that happened.
